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    Response to a football player from a UGA fan

    This was posted by UGA football player, Cornelius Washington, on Facebook in the aftermath of Crowell being kicked off the team:

    "'all(of you) think you know so much, but in reality you know nothing.
    You don't know what we come from, you don't know our struggles, all you
    know is the number on our jersies. 99% of you don't give a crap about us
    outside of football. When we're doing well you're all in our faces, when
    things get tough and we need encouragement you're nowhere to be
    found.
    You're fake and I despise you for it. We shall band together guys, we've
    been working hard and we only need each other. NONE of those
    outsiders will contribute to our survival as a team or as individuals, you can
    guarantee that.#stickclosetoeachother


    ~corn washington"


    Bobby Nettles, a life-long UGA fan, posted this response:


    "OK Mr. Corn, I'll bite, what oppressive circumstance that none of us can
    possibly understand are you referencing? Are you suggesting that
    none of us come from families that struggled to make ends meet? Maybe none
    of us were raised by a single parent? Perhaps some of us didn't eat
    grilled cheese sandwiches, cheap hot dogs (with no bun), ramen noodles, or
    fishsticks for dinner AS A TREAT because we came from an era of
    economic recession that makes today's seem tame?
    Let me tell you something you shortsighted little moron, poor when I
    was a kid meant something entirely different than it does now.. and we had it good
    compared to our parents and grandparents who survived on hope,
    sunshine, and tap water...
    When I was a kid, I didn't have a video game system, the TV in the
    LIVING ROOM was 19 inches of black & white goodness and it got 4
    channels; two of them without adjusting the rabbit
    ears every few minutes, and one of those channels was PBS - so
    Sesame Street & Mr. Rogers all freaking day. This TV was shared by 4
    people, you dig? Hell, I woke up everyday wondering if Russia was
    going to nuke our asses for no apparent reason or if I might spontaneously
    explode if I didn't wear a condom during sex...
    I grew up listening to Georgia football on the radio - A.M. RADIO! We
    were lucky if 4 games were televised a year. I never missed a second of ANY
    game. I would sit in a 120 degree car until the final whistle if need be. We
    had one telephone, with a cord and it was a rotary that I had to ask
    permission to use. I ate in a restaurant 4 or 5 times a year and wore
    clothes til they either fell off or I outgrew them. We had 2 window
    units in our house and I didn't own a car until I was a senior in high
    school - guess who bought it and insured it? Crime was high and if we
    wanted to go somewhere during the day, we walked - often many,
    many miles. When I started looking for a job, it took 47 applications before I
    finally got one - at McDonalds, making $3.35/hour.
    I attended ****ty Georgia Public schools that were UN-air-conditioned
    (you may find it hard to believe, but it actually used to get hot back in the 70s and
    80s... who knew?) I played high school football in the era where
    coaches only let us drink water once per practice, before there were
    limitations on when we could start practicing each year, so we
    practiced all summer if we wanted to start. My helmet had straps inside, not pads
    - and spearing, clothesline tackles, horse collar tackles, head slaps,
    and taking cheap shots @ wide recievers & quarterbacks was not only
    legal, but expected... I've never run a 4.4, never benched 500 lbs and
    never been visited by a college coach. I paid my own way to college
    and worked at Pizza Hut wearing brown polyester for 40 hours a week
    while attending a full load of classes.
    My family is full of nuts, my neighborhood kind of sucked, and so did
    my prospects. I would have killed to have worn the red & black, just to run onto the field and
    stand on the GOD DAMN SIDELINE - ONCE. When I screwed up and
    got a DUI, no one came to bail me out, I went to court alone, paid my fine, did my
    community service and dealt with it. It sucked, but I figured I learned
    that was probably something I shouldn't do again... So that I could
    afford my DUI fine, I went without electricity and and gas for a summer,
    which meant the only 2 things that worked in my house were the door
    lock and the toilet... I ate white bread and canned mushrooms for many
    weeks in a row because that's what the gas station on the corner had.
    When I was feeling fancy, I'd buy eggs or *gasp* Chef Boyardee
    Ravioli...
    So now, here we are.. one of your poor downtrodden
    teammates has suffered unjustly from some heretofor unknown boogey
    man that clearly has stacked the deck against him. Nevermind that 3/4s of
    the state would have loaned him their car and put him up for the night
    after he decided to stay in state and play for dear old UGA. Nevermind
    that 65% of the state forgave him the 1st 4 or 5 times he failed a drug
    test, acted like a petulant little bitch about school or classwork, came
    out of every game that an opponent busted him in his little bitch assed
    mouth, and generally acted like a little dreadlocked flower with all of
    the toughness of a three legged kitten, possessing the smarts of a
    window licking retard with water on the brain...
    So now he's taken to driving around with the next generation of UGA
    players with a gun that apparently isn't his and lo & behold, the serial number has
    been removed ( a Federal Offense that carries a penalty of 2-10 year
    in the joint). But it's clearly not his fault, I mean.. how could it be,
    he's been a model citizen since he left Columbus and arrived on the
    big stage. Every gesture, every nuance would lead the dispassionate
    bystander to the opinion that this just COULDN'T POSSIBLY be IC1's
    gun!
    Whatthe fvck is the matter with you morons? I was around when Frank
    Ros and the boys stole a pig before the 1980 season.. I was aware of the entire
    defense getting suspended before playing Miami of Ohio in the
    Tangerine Bowl ( a game I watched on that black & white TV - we lost as a
    result in spite of being heavily favored), hell I even vaaaguely
    remember some of the expoilts of Jake Scott... Every one of those
    guys was punished in some way that made them want to die & then they
    contritely returned to the team, better men for it. (Well, except for
    Scott who told Dooley to fvck off and went to play in Canada before
    becoming a Super Bowl MVP eventually.. but he didn't whine like a
    freaking bitch that nobody understood **sniff**, **sob**, and besides,
    I'm pretty sure Jake Scott could kill any one of you just by yelling).
    How did your boy IC1 fare after his 6 or 7 chances? Your little boy
    brains need to catch up to your full grown man bodies before you find
    yourselves hanging off the back of a trash collection truck IF YOU'RE
    LUCKY! You're blessed with health, superior athletic ability, and keen
    minds.. every advantage possible. Free school, a huge support
    system, the adulation of fans everywhere.. and somehow, we just don't
    understand? Understand what, that you're a freaking moron? That
    some of you waste these gifts and then whine like a bitch because instead of
    giving you a 6th, 7th, 8th, or 9th chance we dare wonder what'n the hell
    is the matter with you?
    I suppose instead I should EXPECT YOU TO FAIL? Then I would
    understand, right? Are you idiots eating lead paint sandwiches
    between all the bong hits you're apparently doing? Be a
    freaking man and own up to your situation. It's not everyone else's
    fault, the quicker that takes root in your addled brain the better. Take
    the gifts that are given you - the OBVIOUS advantages the wheel of
    fortune has allowed you to enjoy and make something out of yourself..
    or disappear into oblivion (preferably quietly, lest we think you are an
    even bigger idiot than you have led us to believe already).
    I hope your dad is en route to Athens to kick you in the ass (because I
    doubt our candy- assed coach will), you need it ...


    Your Pal, Bobby"

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    That was beautiful! ::wipes tear from eye::

    Darn allergies!
    *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. *.*.*.*.*.*

    I just wish we would STOP with the zone blocking read option crap and line up in the I, put a hat on a hat and run the tailback behind the fullback through a designated gosh-danged hole. There is NO REASON why this program shouldn't be able to find 5 fat guys who can move some people out of the way and clear a lane for a back to get through!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hokie CPA View Post
    That was beautiful! ::wipes tear from eye::

    Darn allergies!
    Freaking wonderful!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by rdom View Post
    This was posted by UGA football player, Cornelius Washington, on Facebook in the aftermath of Crowell being kicked off the team:

    "'all(of you) think you know so much, but in reality you know nothing.
    You don't know what we come from, you don't know our struggles, all you
    know is the number on our jersies. 99% of you don't give a crap about us
    outside of football. When we're doing well you're all in our faces, when
    things get tough and we need encouragement you're nowhere to be
    found.
    You're fake and I despise you for it. We shall band together guys, we've
    been working hard and we only need each other. NONE of those
    outsiders will contribute to our survival as a team or as individuals, you can
    guarantee that.#stickclosetoeachother


    ~corn washington"


    Bobby Nettles, a life-long UGA fan, posted this response:


    "OK Mr. Corn, I'll bite, what oppressive circumstance that none of us can
    possibly understand are you referencing? Are you suggesting that
    none of us come from families that struggled to make ends meet? Maybe none
    of us were raised by a single parent? Perhaps some of us didn't eat
    grilled cheese sandwiches, cheap hot dogs (with no bun), ramen noodles, or
    fishsticks for dinner AS A TREAT because we came from an era of
    economic recession that makes today's seem tame?
    Let me tell you something you shortsighted little moron, poor when I
    was a kid meant something entirely different than it does now.. and we had it good
    compared to our parents and grandparents who survived on hope,
    sunshine, and tap water...
    When I was a kid, I didn't have a video game system, the TV in the
    LIVING ROOM was 19 inches of black & white goodness and it got 4
    channels; two of them without adjusting the rabbit
    ears every few minutes, and one of those channels was PBS - so
    Sesame Street & Mr. Rogers all freaking day. This TV was shared by 4
    people, you dig? Hell, I woke up everyday wondering if Russia was
    going to nuke our asses for no apparent reason or if I might spontaneously
    explode if I didn't wear a condom during sex...
    I grew up listening to Georgia football on the radio - A.M. RADIO! We
    were lucky if 4 games were televised a year. I never missed a second of ANY
    game. I would sit in a 120 degree car until the final whistle if need be. We
    had one telephone, with a cord and it was a rotary that I had to ask
    permission to use. I ate in a restaurant 4 or 5 times a year and wore
    clothes til they either fell off or I outgrew them. We had 2 window
    units in our house and I didn't own a car until I was a senior in high
    school - guess who bought it and insured it? Crime was high and if we
    wanted to go somewhere during the day, we walked - often many,
    many miles. When I started looking for a job, it took 47 applications before I
    finally got one - at McDonalds, making $3.35/hour.
    I attended ****ty Georgia Public schools that were UN-air-conditioned
    (you may find it hard to believe, but it actually used to get hot back in the 70s and
    80s... who knew?) I played high school football in the era where
    coaches only let us drink water once per practice, before there were
    limitations on when we could start practicing each year, so we
    practiced all summer if we wanted to start. My helmet had straps inside, not pads
    - and spearing, clothesline tackles, horse collar tackles, head slaps,
    and taking cheap shots @ wide recievers & quarterbacks was not only
    legal, but expected... I've never run a 4.4, never benched 500 lbs and
    never been visited by a college coach. I paid my own way to college
    and worked at Pizza Hut wearing brown polyester for 40 hours a week
    while attending a full load of classes.
    My family is full of nuts, my neighborhood kind of sucked, and so did
    my prospects. I would have killed to have worn the red & black, just to run onto the field and
    stand on the GOD DAMN SIDELINE - ONCE. When I screwed up and
    got a DUI, no one came to bail me out, I went to court alone, paid my fine, did my
    community service and dealt with it. It sucked, but I figured I learned
    that was probably something I shouldn't do again... So that I could
    afford my DUI fine, I went without electricity and and gas for a summer,
    which meant the only 2 things that worked in my house were the door
    lock and the toilet... I ate white bread and canned mushrooms for many
    weeks in a row because that's what the gas station on the corner had.
    When I was feeling fancy, I'd buy eggs or *gasp* Chef Boyardee
    Ravioli...
    So now, here we are.. one of your poor downtrodden
    teammates has suffered unjustly from some heretofor unknown boogey
    man that clearly has stacked the deck against him. Nevermind that 3/4s of
    the state would have loaned him their car and put him up for the night
    after he decided to stay in state and play for dear old UGA. Nevermind
    that 65% of the state forgave him the 1st 4 or 5 times he failed a drug
    test, acted like a petulant little bitch about school or classwork, came
    out of every game that an opponent busted him in his little bitch assed
    mouth, and generally acted like a little dreadlocked flower with all of
    the toughness of a three legged kitten, possessing the smarts of a
    window licking retard with water on the brain...
    So now he's taken to driving around with the next generation of UGA
    players with a gun that apparently isn't his and lo & behold, the serial number has
    been removed ( a Federal Offense that carries a penalty of 2-10 year
    in the joint). But it's clearly not his fault, I mean.. how could it be,
    he's been a model citizen since he left Columbus and arrived on the
    big stage. Every gesture, every nuance would lead the dispassionate
    bystander to the opinion that this just COULDN'T POSSIBLY be IC1's
    gun!
    Whatthe fvck is the matter with you morons? I was around when Frank
    Ros and the boys stole a pig before the 1980 season.. I was aware of the entire
    defense getting suspended before playing Miami of Ohio in the
    Tangerine Bowl ( a game I watched on that black & white TV - we lost as a
    result in spite of being heavily favored), hell I even vaaaguely
    remember some of the expoilts of Jake Scott... Every one of those
    guys was punished in some way that made them want to die & then they
    contritely returned to the team, better men for it. (Well, except for
    Scott who told Dooley to fvck off and went to play in Canada before
    becoming a Super Bowl MVP eventually.. but he didn't whine like a
    freaking bitch that nobody understood **sniff**, **sob**, and besides,
    I'm pretty sure Jake Scott could kill any one of you just by yelling).
    How did your boy IC1 fare after his 6 or 7 chances? Your little boy
    brains need to catch up to your full grown man bodies before you find
    yourselves hanging off the back of a trash collection truck IF YOU'RE
    LUCKY! You're blessed with health, superior athletic ability, and keen
    minds.. every advantage possible. Free school, a huge support
    system, the adulation of fans everywhere.. and somehow, we just don't
    understand? Understand what, that you're a freaking moron? That
    some of you waste these gifts and then whine like a bitch because instead of
    giving you a 6th, 7th, 8th, or 9th chance we dare wonder what'n the hell
    is the matter with you?
    I suppose instead I should EXPECT YOU TO FAIL? Then I would
    understand, right? Are you idiots eating lead paint sandwiches
    between all the bong hits you're apparently doing? Be a
    freaking man and own up to your situation. It's not everyone else's
    fault, the quicker that takes root in your addled brain the better. Take
    the gifts that are given you - the OBVIOUS advantages the wheel of
    fortune has allowed you to enjoy and make something out of yourself..
    or disappear into oblivion (preferably quietly, lest we think you are an
    even bigger idiot than you have led us to believe already).
    I hope your dad is en route to Athens to kick you in the ass (because I
    doubt our candy- assed coach will), you need it ...


    Your Pal, Bobby"
    A lot of crap in that response but I think "Lil Bitch" sums up that player quite well.

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    Quote Originally Posted by rdom View Post
    This was posted by UGA football player, Cornelius Washington, on Facebook in the aftermath of Crowell being kicked off the team:

    "'all(of you) think you know so much, but in reality you know nothing.
    You don't know what we come from, you don't know our struggles, all you
    know is the number on our jersies. 99% of you don't give a crap about us
    outside of football. When we're doing well you're all in our faces, when
    things get tough and we need encouragement you're nowhere to be
    found.
    You're fake and I despise you for it. We shall band together guys, we've
    been working hard and we only need each other. NONE of those
    outsiders will contribute to our survival as a team or as individuals, you can
    guarantee that.#stickclosetoeachother


    ~corn washington"


    Bobby Nettles, a life-long UGA fan, posted this response:


    "OK Mr. Corn, I'll bite, what oppressive circumstance that none of us can
    possibly understand are you referencing? Are you suggesting that
    none of us come from families that struggled to make ends meet? Maybe none
    of us were raised by a single parent? Perhaps some of us didn't eat
    grilled cheese sandwiches, cheap hot dogs (with no bun), ramen noodles, or
    fishsticks for dinner AS A TREAT because we came from an era of
    economic recession that makes today's seem tame?
    Let me tell you something you shortsighted little moron, poor when I
    was a kid meant something entirely different than it does now.. and we had it good
    compared to our parents and grandparents who survived on hope,
    sunshine, and tap water...
    When I was a kid, I didn't have a video game system, the TV in the
    LIVING ROOM was 19 inches of black & white goodness and it got 4
    channels; two of them without adjusting the rabbit
    ears every few minutes, and one of those channels was PBS - so
    Sesame Street & Mr. Rogers all freaking day. This TV was shared by 4
    people, you dig? Hell, I woke up everyday wondering if Russia was
    going to nuke our asses for no apparent reason or if I might spontaneously
    explode if I didn't wear a condom during sex...
    I grew up listening to Georgia football on the radio - A.M. RADIO! We
    were lucky if 4 games were televised a year. I never missed a second of ANY
    game. I would sit in a 120 degree car until the final whistle if need be. We
    had one telephone, with a cord and it was a rotary that I had to ask
    permission to use. I ate in a restaurant 4 or 5 times a year and wore
    clothes til they either fell off or I outgrew them. We had 2 window
    units in our house and I didn't own a car until I was a senior in high
    school - guess who bought it and insured it? Crime was high and if we
    wanted to go somewhere during the day, we walked - often many,
    many miles. When I started looking for a job, it took 47 applications before I
    finally got one - at McDonalds, making $3.35/hour.
    I attended ****ty Georgia Public schools that were UN-air-conditioned
    (you may find it hard to believe, but it actually used to get hot back in the 70s and
    80s... who knew?) I played high school football in the era where
    coaches only let us drink water once per practice, before there were
    limitations on when we could start practicing each year, so we
    practiced all summer if we wanted to start. My helmet had straps inside, not pads
    - and spearing, clothesline tackles, horse collar tackles, head slaps,
    and taking cheap shots @ wide recievers & quarterbacks was not only
    legal, but expected... I've never run a 4.4, never benched 500 lbs and
    never been visited by a college coach. I paid my own way to college
    and worked at Pizza Hut wearing brown polyester for 40 hours a week
    while attending a full load of classes.
    My family is full of nuts, my neighborhood kind of sucked, and so did
    my prospects. I would have killed to have worn the red & black, just to run onto the field and
    stand on the GOD DAMN SIDELINE - ONCE. When I screwed up and
    got a DUI, no one came to bail me out, I went to court alone, paid my fine, did my
    community service and dealt with it. It sucked, but I figured I learned
    that was probably something I shouldn't do again... So that I could
    afford my DUI fine, I went without electricity and and gas for a summer,
    which meant the only 2 things that worked in my house were the door
    lock and the toilet... I ate white bread and canned mushrooms for many
    weeks in a row because that's what the gas station on the corner had.
    When I was feeling fancy, I'd buy eggs or *gasp* Chef Boyardee
    Ravioli...
    So now, here we are.. one of your poor downtrodden
    teammates has suffered unjustly from some heretofor unknown boogey
    man that clearly has stacked the deck against him. Nevermind that 3/4s of
    the state would have loaned him their car and put him up for the night
    after he decided to stay in state and play for dear old UGA. Nevermind
    that 65% of the state forgave him the 1st 4 or 5 times he failed a drug
    test, acted like a petulant little bitch about school or classwork, came
    out of every game that an opponent busted him in his little bitch assed
    mouth, and generally acted like a little dreadlocked flower with all of
    the toughness of a three legged kitten, possessing the smarts of a
    window licking retard with water on the brain...
    So now he's taken to driving around with the next generation of UGA
    players with a gun that apparently isn't his and lo & behold, the serial number has
    been removed ( a Federal Offense that carries a penalty of 2-10 year
    in the joint). But it's clearly not his fault, I mean.. how could it be,
    he's been a model citizen since he left Columbus and arrived on the
    big stage. Every gesture, every nuance would lead the dispassionate
    bystander to the opinion that this just COULDN'T POSSIBLY be IC1's
    gun!
    Whatthe fvck is the matter with you morons? I was around when Frank
    Ros and the boys stole a pig before the 1980 season.. I was aware of the entire
    defense getting suspended before playing Miami of Ohio in the
    Tangerine Bowl ( a game I watched on that black & white TV - we lost as a
    result in spite of being heavily favored), hell I even vaaaguely
    remember some of the expoilts of Jake Scott... Every one of those
    guys was punished in some way that made them want to die & then they
    contritely returned to the team, better men for it. (Well, except for
    Scott who told Dooley to fvck off and went to play in Canada before
    becoming a Super Bowl MVP eventually.. but he didn't whine like a
    freaking bitch that nobody understood **sniff**, **sob**, and besides,
    I'm pretty sure Jake Scott could kill any one of you just by yelling).
    How did your boy IC1 fare after his 6 or 7 chances? Your little boy
    brains need to catch up to your full grown man bodies before you find
    yourselves hanging off the back of a trash collection truck IF YOU'RE
    LUCKY! You're blessed with health, superior athletic ability, and keen
    minds.. every advantage possible. Free school, a huge support
    system, the adulation of fans everywhere.. and somehow, we just don't
    understand? Understand what, that you're a freaking moron? That
    some of you waste these gifts and then whine like a bitch because instead of
    giving you a 6th, 7th, 8th, or 9th chance we dare wonder what'n the hell
    is the matter with you?
    I suppose instead I should EXPECT YOU TO FAIL? Then I would
    understand, right? Are you idiots eating lead paint sandwiches
    between all the bong hits you're apparently doing? Be a
    freaking man and own up to your situation. It's not everyone else's
    fault, the quicker that takes root in your addled brain the better. Take
    the gifts that are given you - the OBVIOUS advantages the wheel of
    fortune has allowed you to enjoy and make something out of yourself..
    or disappear into oblivion (preferably quietly, lest we think you are an
    even bigger idiot than you have led us to believe already).
    I hope your dad is en route to Athens to kick you in the ass (because I
    doubt our candy- assed coach will), you need it ...


    Your Pal, Bobby"
    Actually, I think Bobby comes off as the biggest beyotch. A typical "stay off my lawn" type if I've ever seen one. The kid was venting about his friend being under attack by tens of thousands of people. Washington was clearly frustrated about the crap his friend was catching from some of the very people that had been buying his jersey. And no, it is likely Bobby cannot understand some of the pressure these kids are under. For instance, look at the Journell incident. That guy was on the ESPN ticker, the front page of his local newspaper, and the first story reported on a local newscast. Pretty tough stuff for a teenager or early twenties to go through. That's all in addition to the legal and family issues most of the rest of us would face in such a scenario. Anyhow, I would certainly trade places with these players in exchange for the increased scrutiny, but that doesn't mean it is easy for them to deal with.

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    Quote Originally Posted by chuckd4vt View Post
    For instance, look at the Journell incident. That guy was on the ESPN ticker, the front page of his local newspaper, and the first story reported on a local newscast. Pretty tough stuff for a teenager or early twenties to go through. That's all in addition to the legal and family issues most of the rest of us would face in such a scenario. Anyhow, I would certainly trade places with these players in exchange for the increased scrutiny, but that doesn't mean it is easy for them to deal with.
    Oh cry me a river. How about not being stupid enough to put yourself in those type of situations to begin with.

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    Sorry, gotta side with Bobby on this one. If you don't want to have to go through being given the third degree by the media, then don't do stupid things like being involved in an attempted armed robbery.

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    Soooo..I think I might generally side with Bobby on this one, however, it must also be understood that the pressures of dealing with these situations may be a little different these days. No excuse for the action, just a little devils advocate. The ultimate MORAL of the story - stay off of facebook when you feel like a good ole rant. Nothing good can come of it - ESPECIALLY when you play for a high profile SEC program.

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    Quote Originally Posted by chuckd4vt View Post
    Actually, I think Bobby comes off as the biggest beyotch. A typical "stay off my lawn" type if I've ever seen one. The kid was venting about his friend being under attack by tens of thousands of people. Washington was clearly frustrated about the crap his friend was catching from some of the very people that had been buying his jersey. And no, it is likely Bobby cannot understand some of the pressure these kids are under. For instance, look at the Journell incident. That guy was on the ESPN ticker, the front page of his local newspaper, and the first story reported on a local newscast. Pretty tough stuff for a teenager or early twenties to go through. That's all in addition to the legal and family issues most of the rest of us would face in such a scenario. Anyhow, I would certainly trade places with these players in exchange for the increased scrutiny, but that doesn't mean it is easy for them to deal with.
    Baby backed b*tch society because of this mentality. You screw up, YOU deal with the consequences, second chances are fine, third is a gift in my eyes, and fourth is f'in lunacy. You want to be treated like a human being, ACT LIKE ONE. These types of kids (not all kids, just the "chip on the shoulder, world hates me" kind) think they know strife because they live in low-income housing with 50" plasmas and PS3s and "the world is against them." No one gives a flying fark about them outside this country. The world is not against them. They haven't seen the world. Drop them in the third world, in Africa, in the slums of Mumbai, in war torn Middle East, and lets see how bad they have it. No electricity, no hot water, no RUNNING water, no radio stations, no McDonald's, shared shanty toilets that are mere buckets... A scholarship worth 100,000k + means nothing to many of these brats. They think it's owed to them... for what? Being athletically talented? Players deserve to be paid? Why? They can't even handle a life where everything is free for them and second chances come at no cost. Give them money and let's see how spoiled and rotten the bad eggs can be.

    I am 26 years old. So before you call me a "stay off my lawn" type... don't bother, I don't have a lawn... I can't afford one. No one's fault, just can't right now. I worked for what I have, I have loans out the ass like everyone else. I worked two jobs at Tech just to afford 15 credit hours a semester. No one handed me anything. The world is a mean son of gun, the people who make it are the ones who accept that and don't blame everyone else for their 1) Laziness, 2) Poor judgment, 3) Overall Stupidity. The people that get off their asses and do something about it are the ones who succeed. Social and classical Darwinism at its best. You want to survive, you want to live, you want to have nice things and celebrate your freedom, get off your butt and do it the right way like the millions before you. There's no shortcuts.. there's no charity for stupidity and laziness, there's only failure if you expect things to be gifted to you on a silver platter from birth.

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    Quote Originally Posted by chuckd4vt View Post
    Actually, I think Bobby comes off as the biggest beyotch. A typical "stay off my lawn" type if I've ever seen one. The kid was venting about his friend being under attack by tens of thousands of people. Washington was clearly frustrated about the crap his friend was catching from some of the very people that had been buying his jersey. And no, it is likely Bobby cannot understand some of the pressure these kids are under. For instance, look at the Journell incident. That guy was on the ESPN ticker, the front page of his local newspaper, and the first story reported on a local newscast. Pretty tough stuff for a teenager or early twenties to go through. That's all in addition to the legal and family issues most of the rest of us would face in such a scenario. Anyhow, I would certainly trade places with these players in exchange for the increased scrutiny, but that doesn't mean it is easy for them to deal with.
    Phlppppppppt!!!!

    Sure the kids these days live on Twitter and Facebook so when they screw up it goes viral and they catch crap from every angle... I see that as all the more reason to watch your friggin Ps and Qs and stay the eff out of trouble! Kids today need to be MORE careful than their parents or their grandparents were.
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    I just wish we would STOP with the zone blocking read option crap and line up in the I, put a hat on a hat and run the tailback behind the fullback through a designated gosh-danged hole. There is NO REASON why this program shouldn't be able to find 5 fat guys who can move some people out of the way and clear a lane for a back to get through!

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